Letitia Elizabeth Landon on Beauty
1802–1838 England
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Oh! what is memory but a gift
Within a ruin'd temple left,
Recalling what its beauties were,
And then presenting what they are.
The Troubadour (1825)
Beautiful wreck! for still thy face,
Though changed, is very fair;
Like beauty's moonlight, left to shew
Her morning sun was there.
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
There is an antique gem, on which her brow
Retains its graven beauty even now.
The Golden Violet (1827)
One of those gifted ones that walk the earth,
Like angels in their beauty, and the while
The air is filled with music from their wings.
The first step towards establishing pretensions of any kind, is to believe firmly in them yourself: faith is very catching, and half the beauty-reputations of which I hear have originated with the possessors.
A woman always exaggerates her beauty and its influence when they are past ; and it was a perpetual grief to think what her pretty face might have done for her.
But who e'er turned from beauty's ray
For fear of future shade;
Or who e'er flung a rose away
Because that rose might fade.
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
Beauty should be around the beautiful.